THE NEW YORKER tects should start thinking of them- selves as artists agaIn, even though this may invest them with a certain amount f . . " Wh d " o eccentrIcIty. y, nowa ays, he says, "an architect doesn't even look like an artist. He has a gray flannel suit and he looks like one of those Madison Avenue advertising fellas. Fifty years ago, it was all different. That fella who got murdered-Stanford WhIte-and the rest of them, they dressed well and led interesting lives. You don't find enough of that sort of thIng today." One archItect who looks hke an art- ist and in every other way lives up to Stone's standards is Frank Lloyd Wright, and the two men are close friends of long standing. "'... right even approves of Stone's architecture-an accolade he does not often bestow on hIS contemporaries. At the Stone house, where he frequently drops in for a chat, he is famlliarl) known as Uncle Frank. He and Stone often dine to- gether at Wright's favorite restau- rant, the Colony, and an odd paIr they make-the large, somewhat dilapi- dated, bearlike Stone and the diminu- tive, imperious, flamboyant "1 right. On most occasions, Stone is something of a non-stop talker, but in the presence of WrIght he becomes a good listener; though he has never been one of Wright's pupils, he remembers and reveres everything the Master has to say about architecture and life. "I'm a good straight man for Wright" is the way he puts it, and-at least in their love of dramatic individualism-the two men seem to have a good deal in common. "I could never understand why Wright admired Sir Christopher Wren," Stone once said "It certainly wasn't \\T ren's architecture-Wright hates that. Then I found out. It was because Wren had a fine team of horses and wore elegant silk cloaks" Stone and Wright also seem to possess a com- mon view of life as a romantic adven- ture-a view that sometimes may lead to illusions of one sort or another but that often gives commonplace events a grand air of theatricality. Some years ago, the two men were having a drink (in Stone's case, coffee) in a midtown bar, and Wright was discoursing on one of his favorIte topics-that noble redskIn the American Indian. In the middle of a paragraph, he happened to look down the bar and there saw a black-haired, high-cheekboned man having a drink. "Just what I was talk- ing about," he said. "What a superb specimen' Look at that bone structure, that calm native dignity, that aborigInal simplicity. There IS one of our true 39 " 1:. '" .. "<{ .:'"'' ,..., . : . ". h .1f .." -::::"': -:-:" .:. , :r w "::. . "OJ> -<< "' :;: f .". ;;. :: : k ::. '- .-; " .. R ..:.", .,.l :' z.: j .. (....=-, ..F .t :.o:: .. .:. <-, /.: M;1 H. .$( .. :.:"-:- . :; v .... You'll wish you could wear them . . . Wamsutta@ Heritage Towels we mean _. because there s nothing lovelier in a towel than the remarkable ((Continental" with the unusual ribbed weave that dries you to a soft glow. In fashion pastels and the dramatic new HBaii Brilliant" colors. . all at such grand savIngs for January that you can own all you've ever wanted. -WQhh Jt ; E10 ANUARY W AMSUTTA MILLS, Dept T,44.1430 Broadway, New York 18, Division of M.lowenstein & Sons, Inc. makers of Wamsu(ta Superca1e and Debucale sheets and cases, Babycale crib sheets, fashIOn fabrics for men, women and children and decorative fabrics for the home